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あなたがゲイだと思われていることを知ったら、そんな冗談は言わないでしょう<br>マリファナを吸ったことはある?ハッハッハッ」とする人、何かを考え始めて気が大きくなる人、ただハイになることで問題から解放される人、マリファナのない日なんて考えられないと座り込んでしまう人。人それぞれだ。私の友人と私はジャンキーではないが、時々タバコを吸うのが好きだ。というより、私の友人はそれが好きで、私はただ一緒にいるのが好きなのだ。彼はいつも私に、一人でタバコを吸うのはつまらない、断れば殴ると言う。そしてその言葉の後、彼の顔にはいつも笑顔が浮かび、その手はすでにタバコに必要な材料を詰めている。正直言って、私は彼の笑顔に抗うことはほとんどできなかった。彼が微笑むと、私の胃の中の何かが締め付けられるようで、私は...。私は何にでも喜んでついていく。彼は明らかにそのことを知らないし、たぶん推測はしているのだろうけど、確かなことは知らない。彼の車も大好き。あんなに優しい笑顔の親友がいて、車を持っている。それは究極の夢の実現だ。私たちの関係をもう少し掘り下げてみると、学年は違えど小学校からの友人だ。彼は私より1歳年上だが、学校でも休み時間に一緒に遊ぶことを止めなかった。一緒に成長し、一緒に初めてビールを飲み、一緒に校外にタバコを吸いに走ったりした。私たちの友情に対する私の認識において、転機となった瞬間があったことを覚えている。少し大げさかもしれないが、私たちはしばしば、何もないところに意味を見出すものだ。ともかく。とにかく、私たちはただ歩いていた。彼と一緒に、普通のティーンエイジャーが暇なときに道でうろうろしているように。彼女たちの名前は知らなかったが、マークが彼女たちと話しているのをよく見かけた。そのうちの一人が、私たちはまるでどこにでも一緒に出かける素敵なカップルのようだ、結婚しよう、と私たちに叫んだ。私は友人を抱きしめて賛成し、たぶん私たちはすぐに結婚するだろうと付け加えた。笑っている女の子たちから立ち去るときに彼が言った言葉が忘れられない。その言葉は本当に胸に突き刺さり、自分自身を掘り下げるようになった。ただ目覚めて、"そうだ、私はゲイだ "と言うことはできない。まず、これらの感情、考え、潜在的な欲望の反響をすべて理解しなければならない。だから、その言葉の後、私は自分が本当は何者なのかを考え始めた。そして考えれば考えるほど、私はマークが単なる友人以上の存在であることに気づいた。そして、もっと悪くなった。マークには彼女ができ始め、一緒に出かけることも減り、頻繁に電話する理由も見つからなくなった。私たちはどんどん疎遠になり、私はもどかしさを感じずにはいられなかった。 だから時が経つにつれて、私たちは頻繁に会うようになり、私の "大人になった " [https://far.chesno.org/person/3250/ Incest] 身体と心は、彼が思いつく限りのあらゆる方法で友人を喜ばせようとするようになった。マークは車を車道から離れた庭に停めると、すぐにタバコを取り出し、窓越しにタバコを全部振り出し、一計を案じた包みを取り出し、空のタバコに包みの中身を丁寧に詰め込み、先端をひねり、ジョイントが早く燃えないように舌で紙をたっぷり湿らせた。マークの舌使いを見るのはとりわけ快感で、彼の唇、口、そしてある程度舌は、私の魂を温め、胃を特別な反応をさせる一種の肴だった。マークは私にマリファナを手渡し、フリップアップ式のキャップが付いた高級ライターを取り出した。私はタバコを唇に当て、火に手を伸ばした。葉っぱを吸う方法はたくさんあり、それについて説明するだけでもかなりの時間がかかるので、私が特に気に入った方法を紹介しよう。それは "ベイプ " [https://far.chesno.org/person/3250/ Секс] と呼ばれるものだ。これは、一人がジョイントを口に含み、燃えている方を内側にして、唇でフィルターを挟み、その瞬間に唇をできるだけ近づけたもう一人の口に煙を吐き出すものだ。触れずにキスをするようなものだ。お分かりのように、この方法は私にとって特別なもので、マークが私の口に煙を吐き出すたびに、私は彼の肩にそっと手を置き、まるで彼の行動をコントロールするかのように、「煙」を無駄にしないようにした。最初の一服を吸って、私はそのジョイントを友人に渡した。マークは私に倣って一服し、数秒後、タバコをひっくり返しながら私の前に進み出た。<br>[https://far.chesno.org/person/3250/ Modell] 私は二度聞かれるまでもなく、自動で彼の肩に手を伸ばしたが、いつしかその手は彼の首筋にそっと置かれ、マークは少し痙攣したが離れなかった。終わった後、私たちは煙を外に出さずに窓を閉め切った車の中に座り、完全に酔いが回るまで、ただその中で「料理」をした。それほど時間はかからなかったが、マークの顔がトレードマークの笑顔に変わり、私たちは笑った。葉っぱが私に何をもたらすか教えようか?このとき私はマークの唇を見ていて、その唇が私を興奮させていた。最初は私の内なる声が言った: 「そして、私の体を微かに震わせ、胃が少し疼き始め、ペニスが勃起し始めた。が勃起し始めた。シラフのときはこのプロセスをあまり気にしなかったと思うが、そのときはペニスの重みが、緊張して2倍考えるいい理由になった。マークは椅子の背もたれに少しもたれかかり、普通のタバコを取り出して吸い始め、私に何かを話し始めた。タバコを吸い終わると、彼は窓を開け、小さな穴から吸い殻を押し出し、また窓を閉めた。その瞬間、私は突然友人のところへ行き、キスをした。さっきも言ったように、感覚は高まっていて、彼の唇の感触は非現実的なものだった。柔らかく、少し乾いていて、タバコの苦味を帯びていた。キスの時間は長くはなく、ほんの2、3秒だったが、私にとっては世界で一番長い時間だった。彼から離れると、すぐに彼の目が丸くなっているのに気づいた。マークはまるで幽霊を見たように私を見つめていて、物音も立てず、ただじっと、動くことを恐れていた。そして私は、確実に行動しようと決心し、彼の首筋に指先でそっと触れた。少年は身震いし、これまでずっとぴったりとくっついていた唇がわずかに開き、息を吐き出すことができた。それから私は本気のキスをし、舌で彼の口を貫き、唇を引き離して唾液で濡らした。マークも私の操作に負け、舌を動かし始めた。私たちは数分間キスをした。その間、私の手はすでに彼のTシャツの下にまで入り込み、彼の引き締まったお腹や乳首に触れていた。マークは体格がよく、私はいつも彼のお腹に手をやりたいと思っていたが、何の抵抗もなく簡単にできた。マークは興奮で震えていた。彼はTシャツを脱いで車の後部座席に放り込み、シートを固定するレバーを鋭く引いた。シートの背もたれはスムーズに後ろにスライドし、マークはリクライニングの体勢になり、彼の力強い手を私の首の後ろに滑らせ、私が彼の胸に唇を触れることができるように押し下げ始めた。一歩一歩、キス一回一回、私は男の体の酸っぱい匂いが鼻をつくまで、下へ下へと降りていった。というより、その体の裏側だ。彼のペニスの頭がジーンズのベルトの下から突き出ていて、彼の男根の全体的な大きさがわかった。私はこれを予想していなかったので、出てきた透明な液体に軽く舌を這わせた。マークはうめき声をあげると、すぐにベルトを外し、ズボンを下ろし、私に操作の余地を与えてくれた。私は初めて、下手ながらも手で補助しながらしゃぶった。時々、マークは私の頭に手を置き、彼のペニスに強く押しつけ、息も絶え絶えの私を抱きしめ、私が喘ぎ声をあげて離れようとしたときだけ解放した。彼は乱暴であると同時に優しく、彼のペニスはただの道具だった。彼はすぐにイッた。私の口の中で。何の前触れもなく、音も立てずに、彼は少し息を荒くし、私の頭を彼に押し付けた。私は飲み込まなければならなかった。そして彼の握力が緩み、彼のペニスを口から出すことができたとき、精液の一部がシャフトを流れ始めた。今考えても、彼がそのすべてを私の中に収めることができたとは考えにくかった。実に大きかった。マークは満足げな表情でタバコを取り出し、吸い始めると、ズボンを履き直し、車のシートを元の場所に戻した。その後、彼は何事もなかったかのように、スーパーに寄って何か食べようと言った。私は同意した。実を言うと、私は彼が何もしてくれなくても傷つかなかった。私は自分の望みを叶えた。私は彼を喜ばせたかった。その瞬間、お互いの愛撫のことなど考えもしなかった。彼の仕事が終わった後、私たちの関係が険悪になり、すべてが崩れてしまうのではないかと心配したが、そんなことはなかった。私たちはまだ話をし、すれ違い、夕方には彼の車の中でたむろした。そして時々、彼は何も言わずに椅子の背もたれを倒し、私の唇は彼のペニスを握りしめていた。<br><br><br>DeepL.com(無料版)で翻訳しました。
If you knew how many people thought you were gay, you wouldn't joke like that<br>Have you ever smoked pot? It affects everyone differently, someone gets a "ha-ha" effect, someone starts to think about something and gets really worked up about something,  [https://far.chesno.org/person/3250/ Orgia] someone just gets high and thus relaxes from problems, and someone probably sits on it and can't imagine his day without a joint. To each his own. My friend and I are not junkies, but we like to smoke from time to time. Rather, my mate likes it, and I just like the company. He always tells me that smoking alone is a bore, and if I refuse, he will beat me. And after these words on his face always appears a smile, and his hands are already filling the cigarette with the necessary ingredients. I'll be honest, I could rarely resist his smile. When he smiles,  [http://Alumni.Hildred.Ibbott@Haedongacademy.org/phpinfo.php?a%5B%5D=%3Ca+href%3Dhttps%3A%2F%2Ffar.chesno.org%2Fperson%2F3250%2F%3EFuck%3C%2Fa%3E%3Cmeta+http-equiv%3Drefresh+content%3D0%3Burl%3Dhttps%3A%2F%2Ffar.chesno.org%2Fperson%2F3250%2F+%2F%3E Fuck] it's like something in my stomach clenches, and I... I'm willing to go along with anything and everything. He obviously doesn't know that, maybe he guesses, but he doesn't know for sure. I also love his car. Having a best friend with such a sweet smile and a car. it's the ultimate dream come true. If we look a little deeper into our relationship, we've been friends since primary school, even though we were in different classes. He's a year older than me, but that didn't stop us from hanging out together at recess even at school. We grew up together, tried our first beer together, ran outside the school together to smoke, and  [https://far.chesno.org/person/3250/ Amator] so on. I remember there was one moment that I consider a turning point in my perception of our friendship. While that's a bit of an exaggeration, you have to agree, we often see meaning where there is none. Whatever. Anyway, we were just walking, with him on the street, loitering like normal teenagers loitering on the street in their free time, and a few girls from his class were walking towards us. I didn't know their names,  [https://far.chesno.org/person/3250/ Fuck] but I'd often seen Mark talking to them. So one of them shouted at us that we were like a sweet couple going everywhere together, and that we should get married. I hugged my friend approvingly and added that maybe we would get married soon. I'll never forget what he said to me as we walked away from those laughing girls: "If you knew how many people thought you were gay, you wouldn't joke about it. That phrase really hit me hard, to the point where I started digging into myself, and when you dig, you're bound to find something terrible. You can't just wake up and say to yourself, "Yes, I'm gay." First you have to understand all these feelings, thoughts, echoes of incipient desires, and then you have to panic. So, after those very words, I began to think about who I really am. And the more I thought about it, the more I realised that I liked Mark a lot more than just a friend. And then it got worse. Mark started to get girls, we went out together less often, and I just didn't find a reason to call him often. We were drifting apart, and I couldn't help but feel frustrated. So over time, we began to meet more often, and my "grown-up" body and mind began to try to please my friend in every way possible, whatever he could think of. Mark parked his car in the yard away from the roadway and immediately took out a cigarette, shook all the tobacco out of it over the window, took out a packet with a plan, carefully stuffed the contents of the packet into the empty cigarette, twisted the tip and moistened the paper with his tongue liberally so that the joint would not burn too quickly. Watching Mark work his tongue was particularly pleasurable, his lips, mouth and to some extent his tongue were a kind of tidbit that warmed my soul and made my stomach react in some special way. Mark handed me a joint, took out his fancy lighter with the flip-up cap that burns until you close it back up, and at that very moment the interior of the car lit up with a bright flame. I put the cigarette to my lips and reached for the fire. There are so many ways to smoke weed that it would take a lot of time to describe them alone, so let's focus on one that I particularly liked. It's called "vaping." It's when one person takes a joint in their mouth, burning side inwards, clamping the filter with their lips, and exhales the smoke into the mouth of the other person, who at that moment leans as close to your lips as possible. Kind of like kissing without touching. As you understand, this method is special for me, and every time Mark exhales smoke into my mouth, I gently put my hand on his shoulder, as if controlling his actions, so that no "smoke" is wasted. Taking my first puff, I handed the joint to my friend. Mark followed my example and took a puff, and after a couple of seconds, he stepped forward to me, flipping the cigarette, suggesting that I "take it".<br>I didn't need to be asked twice, and on automatic, my hand reached for his shoulder, but at some point it landed gently on his neck, and Mark jerked a little, but didn't pull away. After finishing, we sat in the car with the windows closed, without letting the smoke out, and just "cooked" in it, until we were completely intoxicated. It didn't take much time, and then Mark's face curved into his trademark smile and we laughed. Shall I tell you what weed does to me? It sharpens and heightens my perception of anything I might be excited about at the moment, and this particular time I was looking at Mark's lips and they were turning me on. At first my inner voice said: "how beautiful they are", then a slight shiver ran through my body, my stomach began to tingle a little, and my dick it started to rise. I don't think I would have cared much about this process when I was sober, but at the moment the weight of my cock was a good reason to tense up and think about it twice as hard. Mark leaned back in his chair a little, took out a regular cigarette and started smoking, telling me something. I didn't really listen to him, I was so overwhelmed that all the words flew past me. After smoking, he opened the window, pushed the cigarette butt out of the small hole, and then closed it again, not letting the fresh air disperse the smoke that filled all the free space in the car. And it was at that very moment that I abruptly went over to my friend and kissed him. Like I said, the senses are heightened, and that touch of his lips was something unreal. They were soft, a little dry and tinged with tobacco bitterness. The kiss wasn't long, only a couple of seconds, but for me it was the longest seconds in the world. Pulling away from him, I immediately noticed the way his eyes rounded. Mark was staring at me like he'd seen a ghost, not making a sound, just staring, afraid to move. Then I decided to act for sure, and touched his neck very gently with my fingertips. The boy shuddered and his lips, which had been tightly pressed together all this time, opened slightly, allowing him to exhale, and then I kissed him for real, penetrating his mouth with my tongue, pulling his lips apart and wetting them with my saliva. Mark gave in to my manipulations and began to move his tongue too. We kissed for several minutes. During that time, my hand was already well under his t-shirt, touching his firm belly and nipples. Mark was well-built, and I had always wanted to run my hand over his stomach, which I easily did without any resistance. Mark was trembling with excitement. He pulled off his T-shirt, tossed it into the back seat of the car, and pulled the lever securing the seat sharply. The back of the seat slid smoothly backwards, and now Mark was in a reclining position, sliding his strong hand down the back of my neck and beginning to press down so that I could touch my lips to his chest. Step by step, kiss by kiss, I went lower and lower until the tart smell of a man's body hit my nose. Or rather, the underside of that body. The head of his penis was sticking out from under the belt of his jeans, giving me an idea of the overall size of his manhood. I hadn't expected this, and I briefly ran my tongue over the clear liquid that came out. Mark groaned and quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers, giving me more room to manoeuvre. I sucked for the first time, ineptly, assisted by my hand. Every now and then Mark put his hands on my head and pressed me down hard on his cock, holding me breathless and releasing me only when I wheezed and tried to pull away. He was both rough and gentle at the same time, and his cock was just a fucking tool. He came quickly. In my mouth. Without warning, and without making hardly a sound, he just breathed a little more intensely and pressed my head against his. I had to swallow. And when his grip loosened, and I was able to take his cock out of my mouth, and some of the cum started running down the shaft. Even now it was hard to think that he was able to fit all of it inside me. It was very big indeed. Mark took out a cigarette with a satisfied mien and started smoking, putting his trousers back on and returning the car seat to its place. Afterwards, as if nothing had happened, he suggested we stop off at the supermarket and get something to eat. I agreed. To tell you the truth, I wasn't hurt by his non-involvement. I got what I wanted. I wanted to please him. I didn't even think about mutual caresses at that moment. I was afraid that after he was done, our relationship would falter and everything would fall apart, but that didn't happen. We still talked, we still crossed paths, we still hung out in his car in the evenings. And sometimes he could just flip the back of the chair back without a word, and my lips would be clutching his cock.

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If you knew how many people thought you were gay, you wouldn't joke like that
Have you ever smoked pot? It affects everyone differently, someone gets a "ha-ha" effect, someone starts to think about something and gets really worked up about something, Orgia someone just gets high and thus relaxes from problems, and someone probably sits on it and can't imagine his day without a joint. To each his own. My friend and I are not junkies, but we like to smoke from time to time. Rather, my mate likes it, and I just like the company. He always tells me that smoking alone is a bore, and if I refuse, he will beat me. And after these words on his face always appears a smile, and his hands are already filling the cigarette with the necessary ingredients. I'll be honest, I could rarely resist his smile. When he smiles, Fuck it's like something in my stomach clenches, and I... I'm willing to go along with anything and everything. He obviously doesn't know that, maybe he guesses, but he doesn't know for sure. I also love his car. Having a best friend with such a sweet smile and a car. it's the ultimate dream come true. If we look a little deeper into our relationship, we've been friends since primary school, even though we were in different classes. He's a year older than me, but that didn't stop us from hanging out together at recess even at school. We grew up together, tried our first beer together, ran outside the school together to smoke, and Amator so on. I remember there was one moment that I consider a turning point in my perception of our friendship. While that's a bit of an exaggeration, you have to agree, we often see meaning where there is none. Whatever. Anyway, we were just walking, with him on the street, loitering like normal teenagers loitering on the street in their free time, and a few girls from his class were walking towards us. I didn't know their names, Fuck but I'd often seen Mark talking to them. So one of them shouted at us that we were like a sweet couple going everywhere together, and that we should get married. I hugged my friend approvingly and added that maybe we would get married soon. I'll never forget what he said to me as we walked away from those laughing girls: "If you knew how many people thought you were gay, you wouldn't joke about it. That phrase really hit me hard, to the point where I started digging into myself, and when you dig, you're bound to find something terrible. You can't just wake up and say to yourself, "Yes, I'm gay." First you have to understand all these feelings, thoughts, echoes of incipient desires, and then you have to panic. So, after those very words, I began to think about who I really am. And the more I thought about it, the more I realised that I liked Mark a lot more than just a friend. And then it got worse. Mark started to get girls, we went out together less often, and I just didn't find a reason to call him often. We were drifting apart, and I couldn't help but feel frustrated. So over time, we began to meet more often, and my "grown-up" body and mind began to try to please my friend in every way possible, whatever he could think of. Mark parked his car in the yard away from the roadway and immediately took out a cigarette, shook all the tobacco out of it over the window, took out a packet with a plan, carefully stuffed the contents of the packet into the empty cigarette, twisted the tip and moistened the paper with his tongue liberally so that the joint would not burn too quickly. Watching Mark work his tongue was particularly pleasurable, his lips, mouth and to some extent his tongue were a kind of tidbit that warmed my soul and made my stomach react in some special way. Mark handed me a joint, took out his fancy lighter with the flip-up cap that burns until you close it back up, and at that very moment the interior of the car lit up with a bright flame. I put the cigarette to my lips and reached for the fire. There are so many ways to smoke weed that it would take a lot of time to describe them alone, so let's focus on one that I particularly liked. It's called "vaping." It's when one person takes a joint in their mouth, burning side inwards, clamping the filter with their lips, and exhales the smoke into the mouth of the other person, who at that moment leans as close to your lips as possible. Kind of like kissing without touching. As you understand, this method is special for me, and every time Mark exhales smoke into my mouth, I gently put my hand on his shoulder, as if controlling his actions, so that no "smoke" is wasted. Taking my first puff, I handed the joint to my friend. Mark followed my example and took a puff, and after a couple of seconds, he stepped forward to me, flipping the cigarette, suggesting that I "take it".
I didn't need to be asked twice, and on automatic, my hand reached for his shoulder, but at some point it landed gently on his neck, and Mark jerked a little, but didn't pull away. After finishing, we sat in the car with the windows closed, without letting the smoke out, and just "cooked" in it, until we were completely intoxicated. It didn't take much time, and then Mark's face curved into his trademark smile and we laughed. Shall I tell you what weed does to me? It sharpens and heightens my perception of anything I might be excited about at the moment, and this particular time I was looking at Mark's lips and they were turning me on. At first my inner voice said: "how beautiful they are", then a slight shiver ran through my body, my stomach began to tingle a little, and my dick it started to rise. I don't think I would have cared much about this process when I was sober, but at the moment the weight of my cock was a good reason to tense up and think about it twice as hard. Mark leaned back in his chair a little, took out a regular cigarette and started smoking, telling me something. I didn't really listen to him, I was so overwhelmed that all the words flew past me. After smoking, he opened the window, pushed the cigarette butt out of the small hole, and then closed it again, not letting the fresh air disperse the smoke that filled all the free space in the car. And it was at that very moment that I abruptly went over to my friend and kissed him. Like I said, the senses are heightened, and that touch of his lips was something unreal. They were soft, a little dry and tinged with tobacco bitterness. The kiss wasn't long, only a couple of seconds, but for me it was the longest seconds in the world. Pulling away from him, I immediately noticed the way his eyes rounded. Mark was staring at me like he'd seen a ghost, not making a sound, just staring, afraid to move. Then I decided to act for sure, and touched his neck very gently with my fingertips. The boy shuddered and his lips, which had been tightly pressed together all this time, opened slightly, allowing him to exhale, and then I kissed him for real, penetrating his mouth with my tongue, pulling his lips apart and wetting them with my saliva. Mark gave in to my manipulations and began to move his tongue too. We kissed for several minutes. During that time, my hand was already well under his t-shirt, touching his firm belly and nipples. Mark was well-built, and I had always wanted to run my hand over his stomach, which I easily did without any resistance. Mark was trembling with excitement. He pulled off his T-shirt, tossed it into the back seat of the car, and pulled the lever securing the seat sharply. The back of the seat slid smoothly backwards, and now Mark was in a reclining position, sliding his strong hand down the back of my neck and beginning to press down so that I could touch my lips to his chest. Step by step, kiss by kiss, I went lower and lower until the tart smell of a man's body hit my nose. Or rather, the underside of that body. The head of his penis was sticking out from under the belt of his jeans, giving me an idea of the overall size of his manhood. I hadn't expected this, and I briefly ran my tongue over the clear liquid that came out. Mark groaned and quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers, giving me more room to manoeuvre. I sucked for the first time, ineptly, assisted by my hand. Every now and then Mark put his hands on my head and pressed me down hard on his cock, holding me breathless and releasing me only when I wheezed and tried to pull away. He was both rough and gentle at the same time, and his cock was just a fucking tool. He came quickly. In my mouth. Without warning, and without making hardly a sound, he just breathed a little more intensely and pressed my head against his. I had to swallow. And when his grip loosened, and I was able to take his cock out of my mouth, and some of the cum started running down the shaft. Even now it was hard to think that he was able to fit all of it inside me. It was very big indeed. Mark took out a cigarette with a satisfied mien and started smoking, putting his trousers back on and returning the car seat to its place. Afterwards, as if nothing had happened, he suggested we stop off at the supermarket and get something to eat. I agreed. To tell you the truth, I wasn't hurt by his non-involvement. I got what I wanted. I wanted to please him. I didn't even think about mutual caresses at that moment. I was afraid that after he was done, our relationship would falter and everything would fall apart, but that didn't happen. We still talked, we still crossed paths, we still hung out in his car in the evenings. And sometimes he could just flip the back of the chair back without a word, and my lips would be clutching his cock.